Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 34

< The King of Fist, This is also Unlearned >

“I told you I’d be back, didn’t I?”

Who on earth was he talking to? In the midst of chaos, with no one to respond, Cheol Myeong-ho spoke alone.

By the way, Cheol Myeong-ho's arm began to feel numb. But then something strange happened. As soon as he saw the face he remembered, the pain that had engulfed his arm vanished as if washed away. In a way, this was Dokjonghori's true identity. By focusing on his thoughts, he could easily endure most pain, hardship, and difficulties.

Cheol Myeong-ho went around the place where Dan Woo-seong had started to run wild, and he chose only those who had chased him to death before and smashed their heads with his iron umbrella.

“······Two thousand eight hundred and ninety-eight.”

Danwoo Seong's words rang in my ears like an auditory hallucination.

Are you a rat or a hawk?

Cheol Myeong-ho answered alone like a madman.

“Oh, no. I’m Dokjonghori.”

Because the pain only subsided when he exhaled his venom, Cheol Myeong-ho had no choice but to continue mumbling. He was determined to reach a hundred thousand times before hearing his friend say, "Indeed, that's worthy of a poisonous spirit."

In fact, apart from the nickname Dokjonghori, Cheolmyeongho had nothing left.

He wasn't very good at martial arts, his family had been torn apart long ago, his wife had left him, and he had no one left who could be called a friend.

No, there was one.

Anyway, I bought you noodles when you were hungry.

Cheol Myeong-ho was a man of strange thinking. He didn't care that Dan Woo-sung had stolen all that money from him. More important than that was the three bowls of noodles he'd bought him when he was hungry. Even if Dan Woo-sung had told him to leave right then and there, he wouldn't have been able to say anything.

This Cheol Myeong-ho wandered aimlessly through the bustling Yukwan district, which was becoming a mess, carrying a black umbrella and wearing a hideous human face mask.

Then, when he saw the pursuer, he would relentlessly chase after him and strike the back of his head with a heavy iron umbrella. Most of them were injured or terrified, so killing them was easy.

By the way, how much stronger has that friend who told himself to do it a hundred thousand times become?

Whenever Cheol Myeong-ho felt tired, he would sometimes stand there blankly and watch Dan Woo-seong fight.

'Oh, that guy really fights well.'

Admiration and envy were mixed together.

'I want to fight like that too.'

When Cheol Myeong-ho turned his head, he saw the Jangsan faction and No Pyo-bang's lackeys, who had not been on good terms, lying down together.

There were quite a few dead people lying in strange positions here and there.

The officers of Gyo-ryong-bang and Hong-rak-bo were killed when their stomachs were pierced by each other's swords.

Some died while lovingly embracing each other. These, of course, had their heads smashed open and appeared to have ascended to heaven. Because there were so many of them, quite a few fled.

They were the wisest guys.

Danwoo Seong didn't bother chasing those who ran away. He only targeted and killed those who charged, including those with seemingly strong martial arts skills like Heukdo.

What should I say about this situation?

The appropriate word was this.

Sweeping away the black path.

Most of the relatively strong guys that Cheol Myeong-ho remembered were already corpses.

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was searching for a face he remembered as if he were a Dokjongho, stopped walking as soon as he saw an unexpected sight.

As this tragedy unfolded, there were more than a few people rejoicing. Even the merchants' mutterings could be heard.

“Do I not have to pay the tribute anymore?”

“If everyone died or ran away, who would I give it to?”

“I’m saying that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy will take over there.”

Cheolmyeongho, who was passing by, responded to the merchants' words in a cold tone.

“He’s not that kind of guy.”

"yes?"

Cheol Myeong-ho glared at the merchants while wearing a strange human face mask.

"I'm not that kind of guy. I have more money than you. Don't worry about anything."

Cheol Myeong-ho knows best the feelings of small business owners.

Those who occasionally watched the fight were, strangely enough, cheering for the Grand Duke of the Galactic Empire. They weren't the weak-willed crowd that thought they lacked strength.

The crowd was also quite brutal. Some merchants wielded fish knives and beheaded those who had been harassing or collecting money.

In particular, those who worked as Baekjeong killed the black bandits without hesitation.

I thought this incident was an opportunity for the Yukwan commercial district to break free from the black market and become liberated.

It's like taking part in the sweep.

Some Baekjeong encouraged their comrades, even urging their older brothers to step forward. Pickaxes and sickles appeared, and some rushed forward carrying crude axes and swords stolen from others.

Meanwhile, Cheol Myeong-ho laughed inside the Inpimyeon-gu.

“Haha …

It was a free and boring day. It felt like a festival of liberation from oppression.

Cheol Myeong-ho was suddenly startled by his own laughter. He realized it had been a very long time since he'd laughed out loud.

'Ah, so this is what laughing is like.'

Even amidst the merriment, his thoughts became jumbled. Cheolmyeongho muttered as he danced around the bloody festival.

“I want to become stronger.”

I want to become crazy strong.

Not the man wearing a bloody mask at this bloody festival, but like his childhood friend running wild over there. Cheol Myeong-ho, who had been laughing like a madman, suddenly looked around and swung his iron umbrella forward.

“Two thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine!”

When his muscles sent signals that they were 'painful', Cheol Myeong-ho responded as if he was far away.

“I am Dokjonghori Cheolmyeongho.”

A man brandishing a black umbrella passed through the crowd.

People first avoided him, wondering if they recognized him as a madman.

This monopoly constantly recited the number of times. His lifelong interest had shifted from money to becoming solely powerful.

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From the beginning, Danwoo Seong knew Dokjonghori's potential. He simply gave him the opportunity. However, seizing that opportunity is not something just anyone can do.

Danwoo-seong glimpsed Sima-geuk's potential, and even held small hopes for his youngest son. Each of them had a spark in their hearts.

That small spark can become a flame that burns all over your heart.

Even while Danwoo-seong was destroying Jeokye's subordinates, he witnessed the Umbrella Ghost running around like a madman, but he pretended not to notice it.

It was visible even from afar.

Dokjong was swinging the iron umbrella just as he had been taught.

However, I can say with certainty that neither Cheol Myeong-ho, Sima Geuk, nor Li Ja-eon could come close to Dan Woo-seong's mindset.

In this life, I will become an undefeated warrior.

However, the martial world Danwoo-seong desired was one separated from the powerless. Whose blood and blood were the powerful squeezing?

This massacre wasn't for money.

It had only been half a century since they had been running wild, but now, with the exception of Danwoo Seong, there was no one left standing properly.

The Red Army Alliance was literally disbanded.

Danwoo-seong didn't kill it alone.

Ordinary merchants and workers, boatmen trying to overcome the fatigue of daily life with a drink, and even the shopkeepers who had been beaten and insulted countless times joined in and caught the fleeing black dog.

The spark was clearly lit by Danwoo Seong······.

Those who burned were ordinary people.

Before we knew it, all the people who had been making a living in the Yukwan shopping district had come out and taken over the area.

This is something that even Danwoo Sung did not expect.

People flocked to Danwoo Sung. Perhaps they were trying to buy him a drink, perhaps they were trying to express their gratitude with a few awkward words.

Danwoo Sung wasn't interested.

After turning away those who approached, he headed towards Yangwha Street without saying anything else.

It was truly a grand celebration.

What will happen to the wealth that Jeokye has accumulated?

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong looked back.

All the ordinary people in the Yukwan shopping district were looking at Danwooseong.

The money that Jeokye had accumulated is also theirs.

It must have been a fortune built up from tribute money.

Later, he planned to send General Lee Hwa-eon to appoint a representative from the Yukwan commercial district and have that representative join the merchant association. In any case, since Danwoo-seong had initiated the project, he intended to protect it.

That was also the purpose of the meeting.

Danwoo Seong, who had just finished a noisy drinking session, realized he was thirsty only after arriving at Yangwha Street.

Naturally, my footsteps stopped at the inn where I had previously smashed chairs and tables to earn some extra cash.

Jeom So-i, who was wiping the table, walked out and pretended to know me.

“Your Highness, where have you been?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Drink.”

Jeomsoi chuckled and said this as if he was joking.

“You didn’t come here from somewhere else to do something?”

When Danwoo-seong looked at Jeomsoi as if he was curious, Jeomsoi was startled and spoke.

"Oh, I'm just joking, Your Highness. If I offended you, I apologize."

Danwoo Seong replied briefly.

“No, that’s right. The drinking place was a bit noisy.”

"yes."

Suddenly, Danwoo-sung looked at a few chairs and tables. They weren't new; it looked like someone had replaced a few of the nails and table legs. Jeomsoi said with a puzzled expression.

“Oh, I recycled it. I felt bad throwing it away.”

It seemed like Jeomsoi was hiding money, but Danwoosung didn't care.

“Let’s have some thatched wine. We don’t need any snacks.”

"All right."

The Motaeju was a rich, fragrant, mild liquor. Planning to return after quenching my thirst, I sat outside the inn. I was curious about the name of the perceptive Jeomsoi, but I didn't bother asking.

I was planning to drink a few glasses of alcohol and then catch any remaining members who tried to escape. In any case, the area from Yangwha Street onward was Danwoo's living space, so I planned to make it impossible for Heukdo to set foot in it.

As Danwoo-seong drank two glasses of mother-of-pearl alone, Cheolmyeong-ho appeared, breathing heavily. He tucked his iron umbrella under his arm and spoke. His face was still the same.

“Just give me one drink.”

As Danwoo-seong poured drinks into two glasses, Cheolmyeong-ho looked at them while holding his glass.

The two had nothing to say.

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and then drank their drinks at the same time.

Cheol Myeong-ho said as he put his glass down on the table.

"A hundred thousand times isn't that many. Wait. I'll be back. Once I've done a hundred thousand, you have to tell me what to do next."

After saying this, he grabbed the umbrella with his right hand and headed off somewhere.

He was a very busy man indeed.

The man who brought a bowl of dried snacks that Jeomsoi hadn't even asked for and put them down, then took a drink and left, looked at him blankly and asked.

“What is that beggar saying?”

“He’s really crazy, don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, I see.”

Danwoo Seong looked at Cheolmyeongho, who was walking away with an indifferent expression.

The downfall, what came next, was actually nothing special.

It's just a difference of whether it's three hundred thousand or five hundred thousand times.

He was a qualitatively different man from Sima Geuk or the youngest, who had even created the Dokgogu Sword, a sword that had never existed before, to teach him. I thought Cheol Myeong-ho would have his own unique swordsmanship. If Cheol Myeong-ho did as he was told, I planned to teach him the horizontal slash. This horizontal slash would likely be repeated hundreds of thousands of times.

Next is the repeated stabbing.

If you can do all of this, things become simple.

It wasn't Danwoo Sung who taught swordsmanship, but Cheolmyeongho who created his own swordsmanship.

This was also martial arts.

<The King of Fist, This is also Unlearned> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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